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I feel freaking fantastic.

Who KNEW what a few good nights of sleep would do for you? I didn't realize how badly it was affecting me. Man, oh, man. The beauty sleep ins necessary. Carrie was cranky and mean and not at all the happy, whimsical, wisecracking girl you've all come to know and love.

And in related news? I positively ADORE Advil PM. Like LOVE. Like if I weren't already in a monogamous relationship I might want to marry the box and have little Advil PM babies. It is the BEST. I take half the recommended dose and I'm OUT for eight hours. SHEER Bliss.

So... it's that time of the year, again. Nolan's fantasy baseball team has their draft night tonight. He gets positively GIDDY about it. I swear, October and the end of the last season feels like it was only last week, but nope, Nolan's been looking at the CBS Sports Website, clutching a worn copy of a Baseball statistics magazine, and poring over each paragraph with an intent I can only categorize as fanatical.

Which is appropriate, I suppose, considering.

Here's hoping he wins, this year.

( But THIS is unacceptable. )

Who thinks he should get his OWN laptop and stop stealing mine?

[Poll #1543328]

I'm a big ol' wad of BLEH today.

Boy, that really makes you want to keep reading, doesn't it?

Nolan left for a church retreat yesterday afternoon (I'm going to pretend that I can't hear my mother shrieking 'DON'T TELL PEOPLE YOU'RE ALONE') and the boys were with the in-laws last night, so being all alone in my house, I did what any other married mother of two would do.

I partied down!

By which I mean I ordered hot wings and wrote fan fiction until three o' clock in the morning, and then fell asleep watching re-runs of NCIS.

Don't tell me I don't know how to have a good time, y'all.

I woke up with what I assume is a hot wing hangover - seriously, I don't recommend it- and managed to soldier my my out of it. I still feel ooogy, but the boys are home now and we're going to church in about an hour, which is decidedly NOT enough time for me to take the quality of nap I so desperately crave.

Meh, it was worth it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Heck, if I can stay awake, I might do it again tonight!

I've always been what my mother would call, "a good sleeper."  I sleep hard.  It doesn't matter how much caffeine I have in the afternoon.  I can pound a 44 ounce diet coke from Sonic right before I go to bed, and it doesn't affect me dropping off even the least little bit. I've slept through horrendous thunderstorms.  I go to sleep while Nolan is watching World War Two documentaries (those things are LOUD. Well, and boring). As a child (8), I fell asleep in the theatre during the final battle scene of The Empire Strikes Back ( a story my dad still delights in telling). 

What I'm trying to say is that I've never had an issue with getting 8 hours.  Not even when I had babies!  Yes, they woke me up a LOT, but I was able to go right back to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.  When Nolan and I first married, his snoring (it sounds like he's FAKING it.  That's how loud it is.  Like it's some kind of joke) was so loud I used earplugs, but then I stopped, because I wanted to be able to hear the boys when they cried.

About six months ago, I noticed I was starting to get awakened in the middle of the night, and had a hard time going back to sleep, what with all the husband snorting and dog snuffling.  Plus the click click click of Katie's claws on the hardwood floors.  So I went to Walgreens and bought some earplugs.

Oh, my goodness. *cue hallelujah chorus*

I sleep like the DEAD.  I hear NOTHING.  it is absolutely glorious, the vaccuum of silence that I awaken to.  I cannot give enough effusive adjectives to how fandamntastic these things are.  It's probably breaking one or more of the Ten Commandments, or something.  I, Carrie Leigh, do heartily endorse Quiet Time earplugs for all your sleeping needs.  They are my new favorite thing in all of the world.  :D

Only, make sure you have a really freaking LOUD alarm clock, you guys.  That's all I'm saying.

I love my children. I love my children. I love my children.

But my two beautiful boys got up at 4:45 this morning, and were doing what sounded like beating on pots and pans with a metal spoon. I could've slept through that, probably, but Nolan yelling at them (from his snuggly spot under the covers right next to me) to 'go back to bed, already,' made it a little more difficult.

They went upstairs and performed what I can only guess was army-quality calisthenics until 5:30, when instead of hearing them above us, they brought their morning sunshine and joy back downstairs and started playing a video game. Which, you know, wouldn't be bad, but with a running commentary from Aaron, "Oh, man! You got told!" and "You stunk that one up! Why do you keep dying, Ethan?" even the most stalwart of sleepers couldn't have done it. Nolan yelled a few more times, but to no avail.

So.

I love my children. I love my children. I love my children.

And WHY, WHY, WHY do who I assume are otherwise normal people lose their damn minds in the school parking lot? You are not the only people in the world, and little Suzie is not going to get frostbite walking from your Cadillac SUV to the door of the school, even in 15 degree weather. Look around! There are other cars that need to drop off their kids, too!

Ahem. Okay. Sorry. Rant over. I have a sore throat? Maybe that's the problem.

No, I think it's probably the stupid parking lot people and getting awakened at an ungodly hour.

I hope all the rest of YOU have a lovely day, though. :D